Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1240 I Shall Seal the Heavens
Beyond pseudo-history.

As Lü Yang entered the [Heavenly Dao] seal and spoke with Si Chong, the entire causal river of the pseudo-history suddenly surged with turbulent waves under his influence.

Above the fabricated history.

At the edge of the outline of the other shore, the tiny, unreachable figure suddenly felt something, and his originally calm thoughts became subtly disordered.

'Heavenly Book'

The sage's gaze suddenly focused, landing on the source of the false history, on the turbulent time and space where the evil spirits were sealed, his eyes revealing a hint of solemnity and anticipation.

"Just now, someone other than Si Chong was seen contacting the Heavenly Book. Who was it? Has it already progressed this far? The speed is faster than I expected. In that case, it's time to see how the false history is changing. Besides, if we don't let go soon, Nian Yao and the others might really lose their patience."

Thinking of this, the primordial sage's thoughts stirred slightly.

Almost simultaneously, the power of the Dao Lord, which had been intertwined below, suddenly tipped in the favor of the Sword Lord and the others as the First Saint intentionally retreated.

'Um!?'

The next instant, Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and World Honored One simultaneously sensed the decline of the First Saint's power, and an excited thought quickly flowed from that power.

The First Sage could no longer sit still.

'I sensed it just now too. Something went wrong at the source of the false history; someone seems to have deceived the Heavenly Dao. It seems he's not truly as secure as he appears.'

'Do it! '

In an instant, as the Dao Lord of Spells and the Dao Lord of Mana were suppressed, the three Dao Lords, including the Sword Lord, finally managed to draw out extremely weak power. It wasn't that they didn't want to go further, but as soon as they had this idea, the First Saint immediately turned the tables and suppressed them again.

Too weak

'What can such limited power accomplish? At most, it can send one more person in. Does the Primordial Sage merely want to use us to examine a fabricated history?'

'Just watching, not doing anything?'

'Absolutely not.'

The three Dao Lords exchanged thoughts and quickly came to a conclusion: 'Since that's the case, sending in a decisive expert to change the course of events is no longer feasible.'

'Send in a weakling.'

'For the weak to change the course of history, they must possess sufficient intelligence to achieve their goals with minimal effort, thus influencing the overall situation despite their insignificance.'

'I'll wait and give it to him.'

So, who should we choose?

The Dao Lords' resolve crashed into the mortal world at this moment. After surveying all sides, they quickly selected a contemporary cultivator capable of bearing this resolve.

The Immortal Pivot of the Present World is located overseas.

Time seems to stand still here.

The beam of light that had already left the Holy Sect and was heading to the overseas Immortal Alliance froze. The middle-aged Taoist in the beam of light raised his head, his eyes filled with astonishment.

The Taoist's appearance was not outstanding, and could even be described as ordinary. However, the indelible sharpness between his brows set him apart from other cultivators. His perfected supernatural powers were running wildly at this moment, and his originally insignificant soul was rapidly ascending to a higher place.

It was Chongguang!

"Boom!"

At that moment, it felt as if a million thunderbolts were exploding in his heart. Chongguang felt dizzy and disoriented until an endless river came into view.

'This is.'

He strained his eyes to open them wide, strained his gaze to see into the distance, and tried to use his divine sense, but he still couldn't make out the shape of the long river. This feeling was incredibly terrifying.

It was as if he were just a drop of water in it.

However, at that very moment, something seemed to be moving closer to him, which allowed him to glimpse a sliver of the secret in a daze.

Those were six figures.

They occupy every node of the long river, and the past, present, and future seem to be merely sketches drawn by their pen, which can be rewritten at will.

At that moment, three figures turned their gazes toward him.

Just from a single glance, Chongguang felt a sharp pain originating from his soul, and these were not even the true forms of those three figures!
'Those are shadows.' They are the shadows of six majestic beings, their power reflected in the sea of ​​light, projected onto the long river. Otherwise, with his cultivation level, he would already be dead!
In this way, the identity of the person who made the move is self-evident.

'The Dao Lord!?'

Thinking of this, even with Chongguang's resilience, he was somewhat bewildered. Could it be that he was so virtuous that the Dao Lord would attack him?
However, Chongguang soon had no time to care about so much. Accompanied by excruciating pain originating from his soul, a large amount of forbidden knowledge was directly poured into his sea of ​​consciousness: history, immortal calendar, the Heavenly Emperor, the Great Sword Sect. It was a history spanning 100,000 years, and now he knew it all!
The next instant, the heavy light fell.

"Snapped!"

Like a drop of water falling into a long river, Chongguang's figure fell into pseudo-history and was quickly swallowed up by the cause and effect that shimmered like waves.

The course of history has thus changed once again.

Within the fabricated history, [the Hidden Mysterious Palace of Enlightenment].

After Lü Yang's original soul replaced his consciousness and took over the false history, he woke up from his meditation and saw Ting You and Dang Mo looking worried beside him.

"Grandmaster, revered master!"

Before Lü Yang could finish speaking, Master You's reprimand rang out like a tirade: "Reckless behavior! This is not a dangerous situation for you to act recklessly in your current state!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang was speechless. He turned to look at the Demon-Slaying Immortal, only to see the other man nodding solemnly, looking deeply in agreement. This made Lü Yang's scalp tingle, and he could only explain, "This is my path. My path will be proven. This is a path that must be walked no matter what."

"You."

Upon hearing this, Master You sighed. However, the die was cast, and there was nothing more he could say. He could only repeatedly remind Lü Yang to be careful.

Lü Yang readily agreed.

A moment later, as the divine light dissipated, the figure of the man who had been mending the sky disappeared, and the old dragon king, who had been tense for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, its gaze became slightly focused.

His gaze fell upon two distinguished figures standing in their own right, and besides them, a Taoist priest in a black robe was watching him with great interest.

The next second, the old dragon king rolled towards the Taoist in black robes without hesitation.

"Xiao Long thanks you for saving my life, senior!"

To be honest, Old Dragon Lord meant it wholeheartedly. Heaven knows what kind of humiliation he would have suffered if Lü Yang hadn't intervened.

Seeing this, Lü Yang smiled as well.

At this moment, the old Dragon King seemed to have a bit of a contemporary feel to him.

Thinking of this, Lü Yang chuckled and casually said, "Don't worry, I'm not a killer. None of you fellow Daoists will die."

Despite the words being a general amnesty, the old Dragon King felt no joy whatsoever.

To be honest, if Lü Yang had just killed them, things would have been easier, since the lives of these Dragon Lords' true spirits were entirely in the hands of Heaven.

Those who die can be resurrected.

Now that Lü Yang is acting so magnanimously, indicating that he won't kill them, the Old Dragon King finds it troublesome. He suspects that Lü Yang has ulterior motives, which are more important than their lives.

Thinking of this, it became even more cautious and respectfully said:

"We overseas demon cultivators are not orthodox and are not worthy of being called noble. We will remember your kindness, senior, but we fear that we are not capable enough and may thwart your plans."

Lü Yang smiled: "Don't worry, it won't be a problem."

The old dragon king's thoughts grew even heavier, but he dared not show them, and could only continue:
"May I ask, senior, what is your intention?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lü Yang raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the [Hidden Mystery Palace of Dao Attainment], and saw a consciousness that lingered outside the cave heaven.

Heaven.

The biggest obstacle to my own path in this fabricated history is that if I want to change the world, the only undeniable enemy is Heaven itself, and only life and death can overcome it.

With this thought in mind, Lü Yang slowly exhaled and said in a deep voice:

"I wish to seal the heavens!"

(End of this chapter)